The sun shines despite the dark gray clouds. A chill breeze carries the song of sparrows and finches. Charlie and I are home alone, he laying in a sliver of sunlight on the floor next to me. My coffee has gone cold again.
My to-do list sits heavily to my left. The day is mostly mine although I do have a shift at the restaurant this evening. I will make double chocolate chip cookies for the wrestling car wash tomorrow. I will make time in the garden replanting some things that didn't take, hoping for a late harvest before fall's first frost.
My thirty-ninth birthday is next week. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. I certainly don't feel the age, almost forty when I don't feel much more than twenty-five. I'm thankful for the years, for the lessons life has taught me.
Here I stand at this new fork in the road, this junction between where I've been and where I want to be. I wrote down the parts of life that bring me the most joy, a list of things I'm passionate about. I studied the list, carried it with me for months. And came to the conclusion that I need to build my life around those things.
I stepped away from the job I had as an office assistant. It did not serve me well. And now, with no clear direction ahead I step into this new idea that I must turn the things that bring me joy into my life.
Freelance is the term. Gray, fuzzy details are the current game.
It is somewhat like seeing a beautiful painting in your mind, beautiful brush strokes, vivid colors, seamless blending, a stirring rendition of what is in the heart, but I'm not a painter. All I have are a few broken, dirty crayons and a crumpled piece of paper. How can I put to canvas this painting in my mind with the tools I currently have?
As with the rest of this one life, it shall be a grand adventure, I'm sure. Stay tuned for changes.